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October 03, 2013

molasses hermits

Upon returning from our 3-day hiking, biking, and camping adventure in northern Minnesota's Chippewa National Forest, a package awaited in my mailbox. Inside was a special birthday gift from my granddaughter. She had selected a recipe from a notebook I had given her... the pages filled with recipes handwritten by my mother years ago when I was a child. (She passed away in April 2011 at age 93.) Tucked into the box, alongside the cookies, was a copy of the Molasses Hermits recipe from the notebook... in my mother's old-fashioned style cursive writing. Take note of the uppercase S and lowercase t in the word "sift."

Raisins, molasses, a handwritten recipe passed down through generations, and a granddaughter's thoughtfulness provide perfect sweetness. There are no other sweeteners needed.

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molasses hermits

Upon returning from our 3-day hiking, biking, and camping adventure in northern Minnesota's Chippewa National Forest, a package awaited in my mailbox. Inside was a special birthday gift from my granddaughter. She had selected a recipe from a notebook I had given her... the pages filled with recipes handwritten by my mother years ago when I was a child. (She passed away in April 2011 at age 93.) Tucked into the box, alongside the cookies, was a copy of the Molasses Hermits recipe from the notebook... in my mother's old-fashioned style cursive writing. Take note of the uppercase S and lowercase t in the word "sift."

Raisins, molasses, a handwritten recipe passed down through generations, and a granddaughter's thoughtfulness provide perfect sweetness. There are no other sweeteners needed.